The verdict

Soren

Rowan was still unconscious.

I had spent the last two days alternating between sitting at his bedside and avoiding it entirely. The doctors assured me he was improving, that his body was fighting to recover after they drained every trace of Leon's poison from his system.

But he still hadn't woken up.

I told myself it was for the best.

If he woke up, he would have to face the truth. And so would I.

It was better this way.

So, I buried myself in work, pretending like everything wasn't crumbling around me. I sat in my office, absently drumming my pen against the polished mahogany desk, my thoughts spinning in a loop of guilt and rage.

Then, the door slammed open.

I barely had time to look up before Alpha Cale stormed in like he owned the damn place.

"You've got some fucking nerve, Soren," he snarled, his sharp green eyes burning with fury.